and Bryansk. The Soviet area. The morning. Going to work. The road runs through the city of Zaggs. I see a man jumping out of the door glowing of happiness, a cell phone in his hands, and from it it is “I am free, like a bird in the sky”... I looked at him with a slightly flattering look, and he looked at me, floating in a smile: “I have split up!”... Happiness, it is different for everyone)))